'They didn't hesitate for a moment when they wanted to kill me and drag my name through the mud.'
'And now that I hear Fang Shuwen is going to kill them, I still feel a pang of pity.'
'How pathetic!'
"No need to hesitate."
Fang Shuwen said matter-of-factly,
"History is written by the victors. Once they're dead, everything they've said is just bullshit.
"Only the living get to speak."
His gaze shifted to Luo Shuqing.
"Why are you so quiet?"
Just a moment ago, back in the secret chamber and the cave, Luo Shuqing had been filled with righteous indignation. She had grabbed Suhe Lan's hand so tightly that Suhe Lan couldn't break free. Now, however, she seemed to have reverted to her old self. She was tugging at Fang Shuwen's sleeve, anxiously clutching the hem of her dress.
Hearing Fang Shuwen's words, she glanced up at him before timidly lowering her head again.
"..."
Fang Shuwen nodded. He understood. 'She's putting on that act again.'
"They're here!"
"Kill...?"
"KILL!!!"
